If they weren't so cute....

our children would probably all have an early demise. This morning as I was rushing to fix some eggs and milk for a quick breakfast before heading to work, I discovered that my refrigerator was quite warm. In dawning horror, I saw that the cooling switch, which is unfortunately located in the very front of the refrigerator, was turned all the way to "off". I quickly realized that this included the freezer as well when I mournfully grabbed a bag of once frozen chicken and found it pliable. Reflecting back in that moment of disbelief, anger, and horror, I realized now when it had happened: Yesterday, in the morning while I was on the phone with William.

He reprimanded Liam for leaving the fridge door open (yet again, as he is apt to do when he helps himself to a snack or juice). He's too clever for the latch we installed. That's when he'd decided to monkey with the switch (and not for the first time...usually he turns the setting up so that I discover frozen milk and eggs instead). It went unnoticed because we ate canned soup and pbj's for lunch, and then ate out for dinner....

If this little face wasn't so cute.......argh! So...there went about $150 of groceries this morning. To continue (it gets better), now that I had no eggs, no milk to eat cereal with or make waffles or pancakes with (and the cupboards are pretty bare), it was off to the store this morning at 7:30am while I'm supposed to be to work by 8:00am.

I headed to Smith's, trying to plan meals and things to buy in my head . After a 35 minute shopping ordeal, I finally get up to the checkout area. It's now about 8:10am and I'm feeling panicky. Lo and behold, there are NO checkout stands open EXCEPT for the self-checkout. I turn back to my basket in dejected anger, looking at all of the food I had loaded up on, especially all of the cheese sticks for snacks (I probably had about 50 of them, literally). I also had about 8 items of fresh produce.....yeah. You all understand. I had to look up each code for every bit of produce and I additionally had to scan EACH AND EVERY ONE of those stupid cheese sticks since the machine won't allow you to continue if it doesn't detect the weight of the scanned item being added to its accursed shelf. I'm practically frothing by then...I should have just left and picked up some fast food and brought it home and told the fam to fend for themselves whilst I was away at work and had the car. Instead, I forged ahead. So, after FINALLY getting out of the grocery store, returning home, hastily explaining to William the recipe to throw together to salvage our still somewhat frozen (and individually vacuum sealed) sirloin steaks (crockpot!), I finally get out the door and to work at about 9:15am.

All I can say is it's a good thing this happened while my boss was out of town. I tell you, if kids weren't so cute....